Delizie Contente

Happy delights, that bless the soul, stop
On this my heart, oh more
Oh more do not drip the joys of love
My dear delights, stop here
I no longer desire, it's enough for me
In the lap of love, to die in sweet chains
To die is fitting for me, sweetness murderer to death
To death it leads me, it leads me in the arms of my beloved